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Forty Seven
by Leiland
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47 Shots on the track
3 more to a century-half
First flood then fire as rain
Turn lead to gold on the Pentecost path

47 Shocks by hand
2 more for the square of the Lamb
Jubilee from sea to sea 
From a shining star in a crystalline land

I don't want to run
I don't want to hide
But I don't want to die because of my pride
I don't want to be like Job
But all my friends might against me fight 

Fools mocks what they don't know
Big talk but your fruits don't glow
They mock what they don't know
But then the cockatrice come down quick like a light show..

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Wait, what is he talking about? 
Quetzalcoatl bottled up and Yahweh on the mouth?
Says he's on a path now to eliminate the doubt..
To be face to face with the King of the Crown
That's wild..
That's a metaphor, right?
It's a figure of speech? An artistic bow? 
It must be - because I refuse to see 
How any of this gibberish means anything to me! Ha! 
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47 Locks I've picked
1 more so the Chapters fit
E-Z with the KEY, ELement OP
Bring it all together let them all see

47 rocks in heaven
4 plus 7 that will get you eleven
Names of the Pharaohs been called like Moses 
Herbs that are bitter and the bread that is unleavened

I don't want to run
I don't want to hide
But I don't want to die because of my pride
I don't want to be like them, all
Wandering the wilderness and denying the Light
One stick for Judah
One stick for the tribe of Joseph
One more when the 10 come back 
These Witnesses 3 when the Ensign is posted

Bring them all together again
Like, bring them all in
Bring them ALL in 
"man, where you been!?"
Hey, I couldn't feel better
From the ends of the Heaven He will bring us all together

47 shots to the heart
East wind blows the Leopard apart 
Come Mouth of the Persian fire
When the coins all fall
And they say it's a 'new start'

Mene mene tekel upharsin
Written to the drunks in the farce of the Wall Street 
Repeat, prophecy echoes
Incoming kingdom makeover-deco
Sinbad and the 40 thieves 
Their weights and measures are cursed like the fig tree
Hey, and Jerusalem running them 
Babylon Bankers gunning for the motherland
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Ok, now you've gone too far
You've lost your mind
You're looking beyond the mark
You think you're smart and you think that you can See 
But you couldn't possibly be right because you're offending me 
Your words, they're worse than a terrorist
You're the reason that I worship my therapist
You're a pseudo-science, conspiracy theorist
Who is condescending and utterly arrogant, ugh
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47 steps to the Tree
God judge between thee and me 
Beatitudes bring the heart that'll see
And the Truth can sting like the 
Attitudes of the 'bee'
Be humble 
Be meek 
I could be better at turning the other cheek 
But the time comes when the King comes home 
And this Babylon that you love it'll be overthrown 
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47 Shots on the track
3 more to a century-half
First flood then fire as rain
Turn lead to gold on the Pentecost path

47 Shocks by hand
2 more for the square of the Lamb
Jubilee from sea to sea 
From a shining star in a crystalline land

I don't want to run
I don't want to hide
But I don't want to die because of my pride
I don't want to be like Job
But all my friends might against me fight 

Fools mocks what they don't know
Big talk but your fruits don't glow
They mock what they don't know
But then the cockatrice come down quick like a light show..

Forty Seven

An old man and a humble seeker of happiness. 
Use your imagination - Defender of Truth


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